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Mostly because I'm going to make a better OMGTWITTERPATED icon when I go home. Curse you, adobe, for ditching Imageready three versions of Photoshop ago.
So, um, date with the CuteGirl. *nervous giggle* *scuffshoes* Seems like the main obstacle to making progress here is both of us having a tendency to get swallowed by distraction and headnoise, 'cause when we do get together we have a lovely time. Though I think I need to start meeting her somewhere other than Captain Candy, if only for the sake of my teeth. I walk in there and I can just FEEL the cavities and diabeetus developing. Also blow-pops are sharp, mouth shredding cherry flavored crack.
Anyway I digress. We went to see The Artist* at Amherst Cinema, where we were two of four people in the entire theater. The movie is an adorable love letter to old Hollywood, told in a string of old movie cliches and knowing winks to the audience. Despite the fact that it never quite loses its own self-awareness, you do end up caring about the two distractingly beautiful leads even as they channel Valentino/Gable and/or the "it" girls of old, and even if their story is predictable. Sometimes it isn't the story being told, it's the way it's told.
This movie also features the most adorable dog EVER. Seriously this pooch deserved its own Oscar.
Afterward we went to Starbucks and talked for an hour and a half while getting wired on some seriously strong dark roast, and then she gave me a lift home, for which I exchanged a kiss I'm still thinking about with a big goofy grin. And then I went inside and thoroughly terrified![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 with my ability to vibrate through time fuelled by caffeine and squee.
I still have no idea where this is going, but it does seem to be leisurely meandering SOMEWHERE, and all signs point to both of us being okay with that.
TL;DR: EEEEEEEEEEOMGIGOTTOKISSACUTEGIRLWHODOESNTTHINKIMATOTALDWEEBEEEEEEEEEESQUEEESPLODE.
* I still have problems where this title makes me think of Prince rather than retro styled black and white oscar winners.
So, um, date with the CuteGirl. *nervous giggle* *scuffshoes* Seems like the main obstacle to making progress here is both of us having a tendency to get swallowed by distraction and headnoise, 'cause when we do get together we have a lovely time. Though I think I need to start meeting her somewhere other than Captain Candy, if only for the sake of my teeth. I walk in there and I can just FEEL the cavities and diabeetus developing. Also blow-pops are sharp, mouth shredding cherry flavored crack.
Anyway I digress. We went to see The Artist* at Amherst Cinema, where we were two of four people in the entire theater. The movie is an adorable love letter to old Hollywood, told in a string of old movie cliches and knowing winks to the audience. Despite the fact that it never quite loses its own self-awareness, you do end up caring about the two distractingly beautiful leads even as they channel Valentino/Gable and/or the "it" girls of old, and even if their story is predictable. Sometimes it isn't the story being told, it's the way it's told.
This movie also features the most adorable dog EVER. Seriously this pooch deserved its own Oscar.
Afterward we went to Starbucks and talked for an hour and a half while getting wired on some seriously strong dark roast, and then she gave me a lift home, for which I exchanged a kiss I'm still thinking about with a big goofy grin. And then I went inside and thoroughly terrified
cell23 with my ability to vibrate through time fuelled by caffeine and squee.I still have no idea where this is going, but it does seem to be leisurely meandering SOMEWHERE, and all signs point to both of us being okay with that.
TL;DR: EEEEEEEEEEOMGIGOTTOKISSACUTEGIRLWHODOESNTTHINKIMATOTALDWEEBEEEEEEEEEESQUEEESPLODE.
* I still have problems where this title makes me think of Prince rather than retro styled black and white oscar winners.
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Date: 2012-03-15 02:19 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2012-03-15 02:35 pm (UTC)From:Also, I was on the fence about The Artist, but now I think I need to see it, so thanks for that....
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:10 pm (UTC)From:Also, I may actually drag myself into the theater for The Artist.
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Date: 2012-03-15 03:39 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-03-15 03:58 pm (UTC)From:Kisses, eh. Kisses. Hmm. I got kissed AND soundly fucked last night (which I cannot talk about in my LJ because I'm a ninny and I'm afraid of causing people to be distressed about me) and I am so happy about it. It's been ages and it felt so good to have Many Happy Orgasms. Gads. Perhaps I have overshared. Anyway, it's nice to be kissed like kissing is an end to itself even if it leads to fucking too. If that makes sense.
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Date: 2012-03-15 04:02 pm (UTC)From:I love just kissing for kissing's sake, honestly. That's actually one of the reasons Manbeast and i ended up together, he's ridiculously fun to kiss silly. I probably shouldn't tell him in sinister Deliverance voice that he has "a purty mouth," but that is its own degree of horrible fun. And he does. ;)
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Date: 2012-03-16 01:00 pm (UTC)From: